Instead of Mrs Weston, conservatively dressed, middle aged, and by now comfortably familiar to us, I saw a real, live, actual goddess walking in.I thi...k my own mouth fell open, and in fact I would not be surprised if every male jaw in the room dropped with the precision and singularity of movement of a US Marine drill squad. This exquisite woman walked, with a sexy, swaying, lilting step, to the front of the classroom, and said, “Good morning, class. I’m Miss Martin.”As soon as she spoke,. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked with his cum dripping from her chin down onto her tits. Helen looked him in the eye, winked at him and licked her tongue out to capture more of her teenage son's juice as she talked."No, he's ok. He just had a lot juice to drink on the trip. Yes, I'll watch out for him. I promise. I'll make sure he is a good boy for his mother. Ok, you have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow, dad. I love you, too. Bye."Helen let the phone slip down to her shoulder as she. ”The corridors were dark, except for the flashing lights of the red alert strobes. He could smell the putrid smell of superheated materials and the stench of burned flesh.Lia had about sixty prisoners freed so far.“Our friends should be cutting into the bridge of this Union shit piece. She wore a communication wrist band and spoke into it.“Did you guys secure the bridge and roasted a few Union officers?”“No, we have difficulties.“The bridge is defended, despite us flooding it with the most. But it couldn't be that way this morning. There was another ritual that needed to be addressed. It was "Black Friday" and Randi and her mother had been hitting stores and boutiques with the rest of the insane shoppers since Randi was old enough to walk. Today, Meredith was joining them, the first of many traditions she would share or create with Meredith Van Landingham and Brock Miller, Randi was certain.Randi would have been content to leave Meredith in slumber. The redhead was always a bit.